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.

The experimental music I am making now is on my Suno profile. Those pieces stay there, and are not added to this 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

0.018 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.

Peer Gynt

by Charles Sorley

−0.3981 + 0.0155i

Drawing the boundary…

The Hill-Winds

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.4122 + 0.0268i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Peer Gynt

by Charles Sorley

When he was young and beautiful and bold
We hated him, for he was very strong.
But when he came back home again, quite old,
And wounded too, we could not hate him long.

For kingliness and conquest pranced he forth
Like some high-stepping charger bright with foam.
And south he strode and east and west and north
With need of crowns and never need of home.

Enraged we heard high tidings of his strength
And cursed his long forgetfulness. We swore
That should he come back home some eve at length.
We would deny him, we would bar the door!

And then he came. The sound of those tired feet!
And all our home and all our hearts are his,
Where bitterness, grown weary, turns to sweet,
And envy, purged by longing, pity is.

And pillows rest beneath the withering cheek,
And hands are laid the battered brows above,
And he whom we had hated, waxen weak,
First in his weakness learns a little love.

The Hill-Winds

by Nora Hopper Chesson

The hill-winds coming, the hill-winds going, 
They have no care for my heavy fret; 
I lay my face in the long grass growing, 
And dream of Moirin, and half forget 
That never a wind in the world is blowing 
Her thoughts to my heart that loves her yet. 

The hill-winds going, the hill-winds coming, 
I take no heed of them all day long — 
Though I lie in their heart from dawn to gloaming, 
And hark the bees where the clovers throng: 
And, O wild bees, that you'd hush your humming: 
What comfort is there in comb or song? 

The hill-winds fly without care or cumber, 
And scent of bean-fields they bring to me, 
Where magic flowers without name or number 
Are sending dreams where sad sleepers be: 
But none so deep as the honeyed slumber 
Of Moirin drowned in the Ictian Sea. 

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