King of Stage

In the languid cascade of notes, darkness surrenders its realm,

Upon the stage, with steadfast feet, a sovereign's dream unfurls.



As music's tender whispers weave, the shadows flee in haste,

I stand before the eager crowd, the monarch of their gaze.



In this realm of melodies, where sorrows cease to be,

I wear an invisible crown, a king of ecstasy.



"King of Stage," I claim my throne, where dreams and music blend,

A realm where I'm the ruler, until the final note descends.