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

0.102 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.

Il vento scrive

by Gabriele D'Annunzio

1.0343 − 0.5559i

Drawing the boundary…

Rosa de Fuego

by Antonio Machado

0.9548 − 0.4924i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Il vento scrive

by Gabriele D'Annunzio

Su la docile sabbia il vento scrive
con le penne dell'ala; e in sua favella
parlano i segni per le bianche rive.

Ma, quando il sol declina, d'ogni nota
ombra lene si crea, d'ogni ondicella,
quasi di ciglia su soave gota.

E par che nell'immenso arido viso
della pioggia s'immilli il tuo sorriso.

Rosa de Fuego

by Antonio Machado

Tejidos sois de primavera, amantes,
de tierra y agua y viento y sol tejidos.
La sierra en vuestros pechos jadeantes,
en los ojos los campos florecidos,

pasead vuestra mutua primavera,
y aun bebed sin temor la dulce leche
que os brinda hoy la lúbrica pantera,
antes que, torva, en el camino aceche.

Caminad, cuando el eje del planeta
se vence hacia el solsticio de verano,
verde el almendro y mustia la violeta,

cerca la sed y el hontanar cercano,
hacia la tarde del amor, completa,
con la rosa de fuego, en vuestra mano.

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