The Solitude Of Ravens

Photograph by
Masahisa Fukase,
“The Solitude Of Ravens”

Since one week Dr.Auberger doesn´t speak anymore.
She is not getting up anymore.
She is hardly eating and drinking.

I guess Mrs. Dr. Auberger is going to die.
On a coffee-table, an old book with poems by Heinrich Heine.
It´s the only book in this last refuge of the old lady.

I don´t know what to do for her.
She is absent. I pick up this worn out volume,
and start reading out loud.

I can´t believe the beauty and the virtuosity of what I am reading.
I don´t know if I am reaching her.
I am leaving after a while.

She lifting her hand,
as to say goodbye.