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

0.064 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.

Fair, sweet, and young

by John Dryden

1.1486 − 0.3071i

Drawing the boundary…

Canzoniere 61

by Francesco Petrarca

1.1717 − 0.2473i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Fair, sweet, and young

by John Dryden

Fair, sweet, and young, receive a prize
Reserved for your victorious eyes:
From crowds, whom at your feet you see,
O pity, and distinguish me!
As I from thousand beauties more
Distinguish you, and only you adore.

Your face for conquest was designed,
Your every motion charms my mind:
Angels, when you your silence break,
Forget their hymns, to hear you speak;
But when at once they hear and view,
Are loath to mount, and long to stay with you.

No graces can your form improve,
But all are lost, unless you love;
While that sweet passion you disdain,
Your veil and beauty are in vain.
In pity then prevent my fate,
For after dying all reprieve's too late.

Canzoniere 61

by Francesco Petrarca

Benedetto sia ’l giorno, e ’l mese, e l’anno,
e la stagione, e ’l tempo, e l’ora, e ’l punto,
e ’l bel paese, e ’l loco ov’io fui giunto
da’ duo begli occhi che legato m’hanno;

e benedetto il primo dolce affanno
ch’i’ ebbi ad esser con Amor congiunto,
e l’arco e le saette ond’i’ fui punto,
e le piaghe ch’infino al cor mi vanno.

Benedette le voci tante ch’io
chiamando il nome de la mia donna ò sparte,
e i sospiri, e le lagrime, e ’l desio;

e benedette sian tutte le carte
ov’io fama l’acquisto, e ’l pensier mio,
ch’è sol di lei, sì ch’altra non v’ha parte.

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