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

0.060 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.

Pensionnaires

by Paul Verlaine

0.5122 − 0.0787i

Drawing the boundary…

I Do Not Love Thee

by Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan

0.4762 − 0.0312i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Pensionnaires

by Paul Verlaine

L'une avait quinze ans, l'autre en avait seize;
Toutes deux dormaient dans la même chambre
C'était par un soir très lourd de septembre:
Frêles, des yeux bleus, des rougeurs de fraise,

Chacune a quitté, pour se mettre à l'aise,
La fine chemise au frais parfum d'ambre.
La plus jeune étend les bras, et se cambre,
Et sa sœur, les mains sur ses seins, la baise.

Puis tombe à genoux, puis devient farouche
Et tumultueuse et folle et sa bouche
Plonge sous l'or blond, dans les ombres grises;

Et l'enfant, pendant ce temps-là, recense
Sur ses doigts mignons des valses promises,
Et, rose, sourit avec innocence.

I Do Not Love Thee

by Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan

I do not love thee! no, I do not love thee! 
And yet when thou art absent I am sad;
And envy even the bright blue sky above thee, 
Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad.

I do not love thee! — yet, I know not why, 
Whate'er thou dost seems still well done, to me —
And often in my solitude I sigh — 
That those I do love are not more like thee!

I do not love thee! — yet, when thou art gone, 
I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear)
Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone 
Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear.

I do not love thee! — yet thy speaking eyes,
With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue—
Between me and the midnight heaven arise, 
Oftener than any eyes I ever knew.

I know I do not love thee!— yet, alas! 
Others will scarcely trust my candid heart,
And oft I catch them smiling as they pass, 
Because they see me gazing where thou art.

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