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

0.098 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.

Avis

by Paul Éluard

0.8882 − 0.2941i

Drawing the boundary…

You stole my love

by Anthony Munday

0.8664 − 0.3892i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Avis

by Paul Éluard

La nuit qui précéda sa mort
Fut la plus courte de sa vie
L'idée qu'il existait encore
Lui brûlait le sang aux poignets
Le poids de son corps l'écœurait
Sa force le faisait gémir
C'est tout au fond de cette horreur
Qu'il a commencé à sourire
Il n'avait pas un camarade.
Mais des millions et des millions
Pour le venger il le savait
Et le jour se leva pour lui.

You stole my love

by Anthony Munday

You stole my love; fie upon you, fie!
Knew you but what a pain it is to prove,
You for your love would die!
And henceforth, never longer
Be such a crafty wronger;
But when deceit takes such a fall,
Then farewell, sly device and all.

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