His echoing tune – BALLADE

It is bulging

The tiny part


Yet  not depart

Stuck in clart

Often chained or hewn

My heart

His echoing tune


It is nudging

The past art


In inviolable cart

Back from the start

Acting like a prune

Is more smart

His echoing tune


It is fudging

To tear apart


And making a dart

To cease any restart

Reminiscence is strewn

No more efforts to impart

His echoing tune


My tender heart

As in a heated dune

Lives in which part

His echoing tune