Quiet to Queen

Side stage… soft focus… “lights up.” The room inhales.

Low-key jacket, eyes on the floor,

Butterfly heartbeat, hand on the door.

Spark in her pocket like a velvet fuse,

Sneakers tap twice—she’s picking her cues.

Mirrorball murmurs, calling her name,

Pulse finds the pocket, feet learn the flame.

Chin lifts slowly, shoulders unpin—

rhythm says “step,” and the rise begins.

Quiet to queen—night bows down,

Horns part air like a royal gown.

Step to the middle, claim that scene,

Snap on the beat—long live the queen.

Quiet to queen—watch her reign,

Gold in the tempo, light in the vein.

Ah—ah—rule that groove… velvet moves.

Soft-lipped smile with a wildfire crest,

Glitter at the cheek like a royal crest.

Disco guitar threads silk through air,

She breathes on the downbeat—crowd just stares.

Tempo grows wings, hands up high,

No more corners—she edits the sky.

Bassline lifts her—gravity bends,

Doubt steps back and the night ascends.

Lights drop low—heartbeat loud—slow swagger.

Came in a whisper, exit with caps,

Quiet in steps, thunder in claps.

I was a footnote—now I’m the theme,

Mic is a scepter, crown in the beam.

Eyes say “ready,” stride says “prove,”

I set the law and the room must move.

From hush to halo in a single bar,

If you want the center—here we are.

Shadows unzip, gold pours through,

Every shy syllable turning brand new.

Spin once—twice—let the crowd lean close,

Name on their breath like a rose.

Quiet to queen—night bows down,

Horns draw curtains for her crown.

Step to the middle, seal that scene,

Snap of the beat—all hail the queen.

Quiet to queen—see her reign,

Diamonds in rhythm, thunder in vein.

Spotbeam settles—hands align,

Freeze-frame grin at the final line.

Heel-click—flash—breath held clean—

cut to black… crowned unseen.