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

0.052 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.

The Court of True Honour

by William Drummond

0.1392 + 0.8606i

Drawing the boundary…

Echoes of Elara

by Richard

0.1242 + 0.8111i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Court of True Honour

by William Drummond

Why (worldlings) do ye trust fraile honours dreams?
And leane to guilted Glories which decay?
Why doe yee toyle to registrate your Names
On icie Pillars, which soone melt away?
True Honour is not heere, that place it clames,
Where blacke-brow'd Night doth not exile the Day,
Nor no farre-shining Lamp dives in the Sea,
But an eternall Sunne spreades lasting Beames:
There it attendeth you, where spotlesse Bands
Of Spirits, stand gazing on their Soveraigne Blisse,
Where yeeres not hold it in their canckring hands,
But who once noble, ever noble is.
Looke home, lest hee your weakned Wit make thrall,
Who Edens foolish Gardner earst made fall.

Echoes of Elara

by Richard

In the shadows of our memories, where the twilight gently falls,
I see your face, a fleeting trace, in the echoes of these halls.
You were my starlight, my guiding flame, in the darkness of my night,
Now I'm left with whispers, shadows and a ghostly, fading light.

Elara, can you hear me calling through the rain?
Elara, can you feel the sorrow and the pain?
In the silence, I remember all we shared,
Elara, in my heart, you're still there.

We danced upon the precipice, where the edge met the abyss,
Every touch, a sweet caress, every word, a tender kiss.
But time, it has no mercy, it steals away the dreams,
Now I'm lost in endless searching, through the fragments of our schemes.

The photographs are fading, the letters turning grey,
But the love we had still lingers, it will never slip away.
Though the seasons keep on changing, and the years may come and go,
Elara, in my soul, you'll forever glow.

In the whispers of the night-time, in the dawn's first tender light,
I hear your voice, a haunting song, calling through the night.
Though the world keeps on turning, and new loves come to play,
In the corners of my heart, you'll always stay.

Elara, my eternal, my sweet serenade,
Though you've gone, the love remains, it will never fade.
Elara, in the echoes of our past,
You'll be my first, my only, my last.

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