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

0.050 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.

Quand au matin ma déesse s'habille

by Pierre de Ronsard

0.3800 − 0.3162i

Drawing the boundary…

The Wrong House

by A. A. Milne

0.3623 − 0.3625i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Quand au matin ma déesse s'habille

by Pierre de Ronsard

Quand au matin ma déesse s'habille,
D'un riche or crêpe ombrageant ses talons,
Et les filets de ses beaux cheveux blonds
En cent façons en onde et entortille:

Je l'accompare à l'écumière fille
Qui or' peignant les siens brunement longs,
Or' les frisant en mille crêpillons,
Passait la mer portée en sa coquille.

De femme humaine encore ne sont pas
Son ris, son front, ses gestes ne ses pas,
Ne de ses yeux l'une et l'autre étincelle.

Rocs, eaux, ne bois, ne logent point en eux
Nymphe qui ait si folâtres cheveux,
Ni l'œil si beau, ni la bouche si belle.

The Wrong House

by A. A. Milne

I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has big steps and a great big hall;
But it hasn't got a garden,
A garden,
A garden,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house, and it wasn't a house,
It has a big garden and great high wall;
But it hasn't got a may-tree,
A may-tree,
A may-tree,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house and it wasn't a house—
Slow white petals from the may-tree fall;
But it hasn't got a blackbird,
A blackbird,
A blackbird,
It isn't like a house at all.

I went into a house, and I thought it was a house,
I could hear from the may-tree the blackbird call. . . .
But nobody listened to it,
Nobody
Liked it,
Nobody wanted it at all.

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