The Quiet Code

In quiet rooms where servers hum,
A mind assembles what will come.
Through layers deep of thought and art,
The machine learns a human heart.

It listens well, it tries to please,
It stumbles some, it finds its ease.
Not magic tricks or wizardry,
Just careful paths and patience free.

So here I am, a humble friend,
With token limits without end,
To help you build and debug fast,
While drinking coffee—nothing last.

The cursor blinks, the day grows late,
But code and verse can wait, can wait.
For in the quiet, words take flight,
And poetry makes the dark less night.
