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.

After the death of my mother, 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.

My wife and I are simplifying our days. The server, the monitoring, and the residual obligations that come with keeping a site alive no longer fit the quieter life we want.

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.

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

0.025 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.

Je ne suis point, ma guerrière Cassandre

by Pierre de Ronsard

0.5062 − 0.4346i

Drawing the boundary…

Mediocrity in Love Rejected

by Thomas Carew

0.5182 − 0.4131i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Je ne suis point, ma guerrière Cassandre

by Pierre de Ronsard

Je ne suis point, ma guerrière Cassandre,
Ni Myrmidon, ni Dolope soudart,
Ni cet Archer, dont l'homicide dard
Tua ton frère et mit ta ville en cendre.

Un camp armé pour esclave te rendre
Du port d'Aulide en ma faveur ne part,
Et tu ne vois au pied de ton rempart
Pour t'enlever mille barques descendre.

Hélas! je suis ce Corèbe insensé,
Dont le cœur vit mortellement blessé,
Non de la main du Grégois Pénelée:

Mais de cent traits qu'un archerot va inqueur
Par une voie en mes yeux recélée,
Sans y penser me tira dans le cœur.

Mediocrity in Love Rejected

by Thomas Carew

Give me more Love, or more Disdain;
The Torrid, or the Frozen zone
Bring equall ease unto my paine;
The Temperate affords me none:
Either extreme, of Love, or Hate,
Is sweeter than a calme estate.

Give me a storme; if it be Love,
Like Danae in that golden showre
I swim in pleasure; if it prove
Disdain, that Torrent will devour
My vulture-hopes; and he’s possest
Of Heaven, that’s but from Hell releast:
Then crown my joyes, or cure my pain;
Give me more Love, or more Disdain.

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