Quiet in their craft, the quant sits still,

Eyes fixed on screens, patterns bending to will.

Rows of numbers ripple like tides,

A silent storm where logic abides.

Through the quiet hum of a glowing display,

The quant dissects what chaos conveys.

Not a word spoken, their focus is tight,

Solving the riddles that hide in plain sight.

Their world is math, their language is code,

In algorithms’ flow, they quietly decode.

A life of precision, yet full of allure,

Quiet and calm, their genius is sure.