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

0.024 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.

When from my love I looked for love

by John Bartlet

−0.2903 − 0.8346i

Drawing the boundary…

At An Inn

by Thomas Hardy

−0.2832 − 0.8576i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

When from my love I looked for love

by John Bartlet

When from my love I looked for love
And kind affection's due,
Too well I found her vows to prove
Most faithless and untrue;

For when I did ask her why,
Most sharply she did reply
That she with me did ne'er agree
To love but jestingly.

Mark the subtle policies
That female lovers find,
Who loves to fix their constancies
Like feathers in the wind;

Though they swear, vow, and protest
That they love you chiefly best,
Yet by-and-by they'll all deny,
And say 'twas but in jest.

At An Inn

by Thomas Hardy

When we as strangers sought
       Their catering care,
    Veiled smiles bespoke their thought
       Of what we were.
    They warmed as they opined
       Us more than friends—
    That we had all resigned
       For love's dear ends.

    And that swift sympathy
       With living love
    Which quicks the world—maybe
       The spheres above,
    Made them our ministers,
       Moved them to say,
    "Ah, God, that bliss like theirs
       Would flush our day!"

    And we were left alone
       As Love's own pair;
    Yet never the love-light shone
       Between us there!
    But that which chilled the breath
       Of afternoon,
    And palsied unto death
       The pane-fly's tune.

    The kiss their zeal foretold,
       And now deemed come,
    Came not: within his hold
       Love lingered numb.
    Why cast he on our port
       A bloom not ours?
    Why shaped us for his sport
       In after-hours?

    As we seemed we were not
       That day afar,
    And now we seem not what
       We aching are.
    O severing sea and land,
       O laws of men,
    Ere death, once let us stand
       As we stood then!

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