'Passing Days, As Images - In Illness ' Ix Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the heart is dying out when I can hear
this rhythm sounds and the voice
are like it, that there are people
which have so a lot...
the voice is starting to speak
as this melody which is reaching
forcing its way by force
at least quietly
the sung speech
is provoking it shiver
as the nice caress
is irritating imagination
and I can see you artist
how you are surviving fascination
that is this on what you waited
what is happening sometimes
but for not everyone...