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.

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

0.089 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.

Rouge et Noir

by Emily Dickinson

−0.2520 − 1.1948i

Drawing the boundary…

Lost Love

by Thomas Hardy

−0.1882 − 1.1323i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Rouge et Noir

by Emily Dickinson

Soul, wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost, indeed,
But tens have won an all.

Angels' breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.

Lost Love

by Thomas Hardy

I play my sweet old airs — 
The airs he knew 
When our love was true — 
But he does not balk 
His determined walk, 
And passes up the stairs. 

I sing my songs once more, 
And presently hear 
His footstep near 
As if it would stay; 
But he goes his way, 
And shuts a distant door. 

So I wait for another morn, 
And another night 
In this soul-sick blight; 
And I wonder much 
As I sit, why such 
A woman as I was born! 

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