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

0.026 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.

Sweet, be no longer sad

by Charles Webbe

0.2196 − 0.6928i

Drawing the boundary…

The Hawthorn Tree

by Siegfried Sassoon

0.2149 − 0.6671i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Sweet, be no longer sad

by Charles Webbe

Sweet, be no longer sad,
Prithee be wise,
Recall that quickness once you had
In those fair eyes.
Methinks they're heavy grown,
As they were not your own,
And had forgot hearts to surprise.

Tell me, oh tell me now,
Where have you sent
The roses in your cheeks did grow?
Where's the content
You once enjoy'd? say where
Those pleasing charms now are
Which daily do my heart torment?

The Hawthorn Tree

by Siegfried Sassoon

Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
But when there's been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that's out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just one glance
At our white hawthorn tree.

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Not much to me is yonder lane
Where he so longs to tread;
But when there's been a shower of rain
I think I'll never weep again
Until I've heard he's dead.

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