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

0.026 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.

The Flowers

by William Brighty Rands

−0.3829 − 0.3304i

Drawing the boundary…

If Flowers Had Ghosts

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

−0.3628 − 0.3141i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Flowers

by William Brighty Rands

When Love arose in heart and deed
To wake the world to greater joy,
'What can she give me now?' said Greed,
Who thought to win some costly toy.

He rose, he ran, he stoop'd, he clutch'd;
And soon the Flowers, that Love let fall,
In Greed's hot grasp were fray'd and smutch'd,
And Greed said, 'Flowers! Can this be all?'

He flung them down and went his way,
He cared no jot for thyme or rose;
But boys and girls came out to play,
And some took these and some took those—

Red, blue, and white, and green and gold;
And at their touch the dew return'd,
And all the bloom a thousandfold—
So red, so ripe, the roses burn'd!

If Flowers Had Ghosts

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

If flowers had ghosts, that thin perfume 
Of buds long picked should haunt your room — 
Your room that dreams in ancient way, 
Where beaux have knelt with Spring's bouquet 
For belles in silk of Jacquard's loom: 

When wintry fields are bare of bloom 
They'd come a-tremble from the tomb; 
You'd love them when the skies were grey, 
If flowers had ghosts! 

So now, when April fires the broom 
And cowslips clamber up the coomb, 
You would not — this I greatly pray — 
Forget the friends of yesterday, 
Who spoke of her in days of gloom, 
If flowers had ghosts? 

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