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

0.020 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.

Cheese monger not Warmonger

by Nelson Brooks

−0.1793 + 0.0955i

Drawing the boundary…

A Vagabond Song

by Bliss Carman

−0.1849 + 0.1147i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Cheese monger not Warmonger

by Nelson Brooks

Come hear the tale of the Saint of Streatley,
While I tell the story of Patrick Rance,
A Military man with a heart of cheese
A Major who then took a major stance
To save for a nation, a farmhouse taste
In Jessamine Cottage; the family grew
Preserving the past; no time to waste.

This monocled master of all things mould
A hero of the dairies in England,
This entrepreneur who sent out blank cheques,
While fighting each rule the MMB planned,
Standing tall for the Dorset Blue Vinney,
He wrote of the champion cheese obtained,
Back in the cheese shop in flowing Pinny,
He would sample with glee each blue-flecked vein.

He is gone now; But only in body,
His spirit lives on, more strongly each day,
Like Cornish Brie; what he started will change,
New zealous mongers will each have their say,
Celebrity foodies, all doff their cap,
To this hero they will all give a glance,
Maturing with age, his legend survives,
The implacable Major Patrick Rance.

A Vagabond Song

by Bliss Carman

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

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