[Intro]
[Pizzicato strings and clipped guitar begin a cold three-beat waltz.]

One wall of glass, one polished table,
Twelve rolling chairs, one tangled cable.
Cold white light on every face—
The weekly rite begins in place.

[Verse 1]
The manager folds hands with care.
“We value every viewpoint here.”
A marker squeaks across the board,
A box is drawn, a phrase restored.
He names the deadlock and the cost.
They nod as though no word were lost.
Then someone says, with practiced grace,
“Let’s park that thought and hold the space.”

[Choir]
We hear the concern.
We honor the view.
We’ll circle back
When the timing is due.

[Chorus]
This is the glass room liturgy,
A prayer to shared ambiguity.
We praise the plan, avoid the plea,
And call the silence unity.
Glass room liturgy—
Amen to responsibility.

[Verse 2]
A colleague smiles across the light:
“The concept’s broadly sound and right.”
Another asks, “Can we reframe
The negative tone around the claim?”
The diagram waits, clean and still,
Its arrows bent toward their will.
His warning-red is wiped away;
A blue new heading saves the day.

[Choir]
We seek a path.
We welcome debate.
We’ll form a group
To evaluate.

[Chorus]
This is the glass room liturgy,
A prayer to shared ambiguity.
We praise the plan, avoid the plea,
And call the silence unity.
Glass room liturgy—
Amen to responsibility.

[Piano Interlude]
[The three-note human motif appears in a bright major key while the mechanical waltz continues underneath.]

[Bridge]
He watches lips complete the creed.
Soft words arrive with edges filed.
No hand accepts the smallest share.
The danger dressed, reconciled.

[Breakdown]
Action item.
Owner: open.
Target date:
To be chosen.

[Final Chorus]
This is the glass room liturgy,
Where every “we” erases “me.”
We bless delay as strategy
And name retreat maturity.
Glass room liturgy—
No one is bound, and none are free.

[Outro]
The door released with one soft tone.
They left in pairs; he walked alone.
Behind the glass, the board still bore
A box marked “Risk”—then nothing more.