[Verse 1] In the glow of the footlights, a silhouette stands alone, Fingerpicking the strings, with a voice that's soft and bone. The stage is set for a tale, of a journey all his own, In the quiet of the backstage, where the heart's truth is shown. [Chorus] Listen close to the melody, that's Stage Left by Čapek's own, A symphony of emotions, on the acoustic guitar's tone. With every note, a story told, in the moderate tempo's flow, In the revolution of music, where the AI's heart does glow. [Verse 2] The singer's eyes, they glisten, with the tales of yesteryears, As he strums the chords of longing, through the curtain of tears. The melody's a river flowing, through the landscape of his mind, Where every note is a memory, of a time he once did find. [Chorus] In the echo of the auditorium, where the music never fades, The singer's voice, it resonates, with the passion that he made. A canvas of sound he paints, with the brush of his guitar, In the revolution of music, where the AI's art is far. [Bridge] As the curtain falls in silence, and the audience is still, The singer's heart, it whispers, 'This is where I will fulfill.' For in the art of music-making, there's a power that's so grand, To move the world with just a song, from the Stage Left by Čapek's hand. [Chorus] Let the music carry you away, to the place where dreams are made, Where Čapek's voice, it echoes, in the hearts of those who've strayed. With every strum, a new world opens, in the AI's crafted tune, On the streaming platform of music, where the future is soon. [Outro] As the final note fades softly, and the stage is left bare, The singer's spirit lingers, in the air that's filled with care. A testament to the power, of the music that he's made, In the revolution of sound, where the AI's heart is laid. [End]