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

0.051 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 Pixy Gleaner

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.4249 − 0.3404i

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 Pixy Gleaner

by Nora Hopper Chesson

From candle-douting to candle-teening 
I labour at the weary gleaning: 
The scattered ears I gather up, 
Eat of your bread, drink of your cup; 
And yet no ray of light can guide you 
To guess a Pixy works beside you — 
You of your wisdom overweening. 

I only of my wayward clan
Accept the food and wage of man: 
I labour in your fields all day,
Whence my own folk have fled away. 
No voices call me to the moor 
When at the noon the heat grows sore — 
I bear my burden as I can. 

My fairy birthright I have lost; 
And yet I never grudge the cost, 
Because of one who gleans beside me, 
Whose cloud of russet hair shall hide me 
From Sorrow, who goes seeking ever 
For hearts to break and lives to sever. 
The running brooks for her I crossed: 

Thresholds of human homes I passed, 
My lot among you mortals cast, 
Because a gleaner's eyes were kind, 
A gleaner's voice rang down the wind 
Like a bird's music, lost in leaves. 
I'll bind a whole green shire of sheaves 
If she will love me at the last.

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