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.