In the quiet chambers of the chest's embrace, A tale of the heart unfolds with grace. With electrodes small, a dance begins, A rhythm charted in electrical spins.
On the skin's canvas, they gently lay, Capturing whispers as the heart holds sway. A symphony of beats, a pulsing song, In the language of waves, we all belong.
P waves arise, a flutter's start, Atrial ballet, a dance of the heart. Upper chambers whisper, a gentle art, In the ECG's tale, where life charts.
Then comes the QRS, a bold ballet, Ventricular rhythms in the grand display. A surge of power, a heartbeat's might, On the graph, they dance, a pulsing light.
T wave follows, a reprieve, a rest, Ventricles recover, in the graph's nest. Electrical waves in a calming quest, A moment's pause, a heart at its best.
Graphed upon paper, a story unfolds, In the language of lines, a saga it molds. Patterns and pulses, intervals in line, Health's narrative, in each waveform, we find.
In routine checks or emergencies dire, The ECG's whispers, a heart's entire. A language decoded by skilled hands, In the script of heartbeats, where life stands.
Arrhythmias echo, ischemia's plea, In the dance of waves, a tale to see. Myocardial whispers, a silent decree, A heartbeat's ballad, in waves so free.
In the realm of the cardiograph's art, Experts decipher, with a knowing heart. Clinical decisions, where expertise weaves, A life's intricate tale, the ECG conceives.
