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

0.013 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.

Her Sigh

by Charles Cotton

−0.2445 − 0.3691i

Drawing the boundary…

Tides

by Sara Teasdale

−0.2529 − 0.3789i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Her Sigh

by Charles Cotton

Shee sighes, and has blown over now
The stormes, that threatned in her brow:
The Heaven's now serene, and clear,
And bashfull blushes do appear.
Th'errour sh' has found
That did mee wound.
Thus in her od'rous sigh my hopes are crown'd.

Now shee relents, for now I hear
Repentance whisper in my ear.
Happie repentance! that begets
By this sweet airie motion heats,
And does destroy
Her heresie,
That my Faith's branded with inconstancie.

When Thisbe's Pyramus was slain,
This sigh has fetcht him back again:
And such a sigh from Dido's chest
Wafted the Trojan to her breast.
Each of her sighes
My Love does prize
Reward for thousand, thousand cruelties.

Sigh on, my Sweet, and by thy breath
Immortall grown I'l laugh at death:
Had Fame so sweet a one, wee should
In that regard learn to be good.
Sigh on, my Fair,
Henceforth, I swear,
I could Cameleon turne, and live by Air.

Tides

by Sara Teasdale

Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing
Where the starlike sea gulls soar;
The sun was keen and the foam was blowing
High on the rocky shore.

But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in resistless yearning
Are broken forevermore.

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