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.

I want a simpler life, without the hassle of being online. The work of maintaining a server, the monitoring, and the residual obligations that come with keeping a site alive no longer fit the life I 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

0.025 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.

On the Faithlessness and Venality of his Times

by James Graham

−0.3820 − 0.9125i

Drawing the boundary…

The Spell

by Gerald Gould

−0.3719 − 0.9354i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

On the Faithlessness and Venality of his Times

by James Graham

Unhappy is the man
In whose breast is confined
The sorrows and distresses all
Of an afflicted mind.

Th'extremity is great,
He dies if he conceal,
The world's so void of secret friends
Betrayed if he reveal.

Then break afflicted heart!
And live not in these days,
When all prove merchants of their faith,
None trust what other says.

For when the sun doth shine,
Then shadows do appear;
But when the sun doth hide his face,
They with the sun retire.

Some friends as shadows are,
And fortune as the sun;
They never proffer any help
Till fortune first begin.

But if in any case
Fortune shall first decay,
Then they, as shadows of the sun,
With fortune run away.

The Spell

by Gerald Gould

Before the night was cloven
Or morning's spears aflame,
I knew the spell was woven
To bind the day that came:

It seemed the great earth trembled,
The wind was strange and shy,
The ancient seas dissembled
Their lone and boding cry;

And, as the sap that rises
Disturbs the heart of spring,
The sense of near surprises
Made all my pulses sing.

Blind hope and phantom warning
Are vaguely touched with fire—
My heart has faced the morning,
Desiring to desire!

And now the hills have framed you,
Advancing careless yet,
And now my lips have named you,
And now my hands have met.

Oh light of eyes uplifted!
Oh pang of love begun!
Our wandering lives have drifted
How strangely into one!

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