Upon the scalp, small discs are placed with care, With gel to bridge the charge from cells so rare. In patterns wavy, brain waves come to life, Revealing thoughts, emotions, peace, or strife.
To diagnose what lies within the mind, Epilepsy, sleep troubles, answers find. In comas deep or surgery's precise scope, The EEG provides a thread of hope.
Alpha waves in rest, in calm repose, Beta's busy hum, when thought it shows. Delta's slow in sleep's deep heavy hold, Theta’s drift, as dreams and tales unfold.
Patients prepped with hair cleaned, product-free, Avoiding caffeine, they come with clarity. For twenty minutes, or for hours on end, This silent test becomes a healing friend.
Neurologists interpret all the signs, In wavy lines, the brain’s own hidden rhymes. In seizures, patterns seen in frantic light, Reveal the troubles hidden out of sight.
The EEG, a painless, simple way, To understand the mind's complex ballet. A tool essential, in its gentle grace, To see the brain's electric, vivid space.
Through data streamed, in real-time clear and true, Insights emerge, where only waves ensue. MRI and CT cannot compare, To EEG's unique electric glare.
In neurology's vast, intricate domain, The EEG stands vital, clear, and plain. For through its lens, the brain’s own song is heard, In every spike, each whispering word.
