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.