A quiet notice V2Melody closes at midnight on , Spanish time.

Closes

A note from Richard

V2Melody will close at midnight on 20 January 2028

This site has been a retirement project in musical poetry: poems chosen with care and set to music, offered freely for as long as it felt right to keep the garden open.

The work no longer holds the place it once did in my life. I have gone as far with it as I wish to go. Like a sand mandala, it was made to be completed and then released. I am not attached to its permanence, and I do not believe any of it needs to last beyond the time it was given. The poems were already here before I arrived and began to experiment with them. They will still be here when these musical experiments, and indeed myself, have been swept away, like the sand of a mandala. Nothing has been lost.

I want a simpler end to my life, days of simple love and enjoyment with my wonderful wife of 20 years. The work of maintaining a server, the monitoring, and the residual obligations that come with keeping a site alive no longer fit that life.

From 4 November 2026 I will not be adding new poems or musical poems to the site.

The experimental music I am making now is on my Suno profile. Those pieces stay there, and are not added to this site.

Until midnight on 20 January 2028, Spanish time, everything remains available exactly as it is. That is when my VPS server contract comes to an end, and it will not be renewed. After that, the server will be switched off and the site will disappear.

The Mandala Is Finished explains this more fully.

Thank you to anyone who found a poem, a track, or a quiet moment here.

The pleasure was in the making.

Richard



Poem fractal

Side by side

Random

0.012 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Now peep, bo-peep

by Francis Pilkington

0.3442 + 0.1361i

Drawing the boundary…

Spleen

by Charles Baudelaire

0.3435 + 0.1239i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Now peep, bo-peep

by Francis Pilkington

Now peep, bo-peep, thrice happy, blessed mine eyes,
For I have found fair Phillis where she lies,
Upon her bed, with arms unspread, all fast asleep.
Unmasked her face, thrice happy grace, farewell my sheep.

Look to yourselves, new charge I must approve,
Phillis doth sleep, and I must guard my love.

Now peep, bo-peep, mine eyes, to see your bliss.
Phillis’ closed eyes attract you, hers to kiss.
O may I now perform my vow, love’s joy t’impart,
Assay the while how to beguile, farewell faint heart.

Taken she is, new joys I must approve,
Phillis doth sleep, and I will kiss my love.

Now peep, bo-peep, be not too bold, my hand,
Wake not thy Phillis, fear she do withstand.
She stirs, alas, alas, alas, I faint in sprite.
She opes her eye, unhappy I, farewell delight.

Awaked she is, new woes I must approve,
Phillis awakes, and I must leave my love.

Spleen

by Charles Baudelaire

Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle
Sur l'esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis,
Et que de l'horizon embrassant tout le cercle
II nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits;

Quand la terre est changée en un cachot humide,
Où l'Espérance, comme une chauve-souris,
S'en va battant les murs de son aile timide
Et se cognant la tête à des plafonds pourris;

Quand la pluie étalant ses immenses traînées
D'une vaste prison imite les barreaux,
Et qu'un peuple muet d'infâmes araignées
Vient tendre ses filets au fond de nos cerveaux,

Des cloches tout à coup sautent avec furie
Et lancent vers le ciel un affreux hurlement,
Ainsi que des esprits errants et sans patrie
Qui se mettent à geindre opiniâtrement.

— Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,
Défilent lentement dans mon âme; l'Espoir,
Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique,
Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.

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