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

0.029 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.

Bright was the morning cool the Air

by Thomas Shadwell

−0.5119 − 0.6098i

Drawing the boundary…

A White Night

by Arthur Symons

−0.4831 − 0.6067i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Bright was the morning cool the Air

by Thomas Shadwell

Bright was the morning cool the Air
Serene was all the Sky
When on the waves I left my fair
The Center of my Joy
Heaven and Nature smiling wear
And nothing sad but I

Each rosy field its odour spread
All fragrant was the Shore
Each river God rose from his bed
And sight and own'd her power
Curling their waves they decked their head
As proud of what they bore

Glide on ye waters bear these lines
And tell her how I am oppressed
Bear all my sighs ye gentle winds
And waft them to her breast
Tell her if ere she prove unkind
I never shall have rest

A White Night

by Arthur Symons

The yellow moon across the clouds
That shiver in the sky;
White, hurrying travellers, the clouds,
And, white and aching cold on high,
Stars in the sky.

Whiter, along the frozen earth,
The miracle of snow;
Close covered as for sleep, the earth
Lies, mutely slumbering below
Its shroud of snow.

Sleepless I wander in the night,
And, wandering, watch for day;
Earth sleeps, yet, high in heaven, the night
Awakens, faint and far away,
A phantom day.

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