Ensemble ENTER "Peace"
Harmony of a hug,
Rhythm of a rose,
Melody in the mirror
We are an army of artists
Merchants of life,
Beauty's our bomb,
Love its shrapnel. . .
We are an army of artists
Infantry on feet of celebration,
Toes polishing
Hardwood floors with perspiration
We are an army of artists
Brandishing sticks and brushes,
Softening up enemies with
Strokes and notes,
Partisans wielding pastels,
Oils and acrylics-
Connecting dots, hitting spots
On canvas and paper
We are an army of artists
Foreign fighters, formerly known
As Dukes, Counts, Birds and Pops-
Militant magi weaving dreams in
Azure skies, etching prayers
In mirrors with our acid tears
(SOLOS: bass, piano)
We are an army of artists
Asymmetrical warriors,
Mopping up murals
Gracing broken-down buildings-
Enemy combatants crying clear
Lacquer on contrabasses,
Snipers shooting sunlight into
Hearts held hostage by the 1%
Ellingtonia is our tonic. . .
For subdominant dreams
We are an army of artists
Dangerously unselfish,
Enemies of ignorance
Drumming to different dancers-
Staging attacks in theaters
Exploding in applause!