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

0.021 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.

Common Things

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

−0.3237 − 0.6125i

Drawing the boundary…

The Dinny Math

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.3351 − 0.6298i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Common Things

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

I like to hear of wealth and gold,
And El Doradoes in their glory;
I like for silks and satins bold
To sweep and rustle through a story.

The nightingale is sweet of song;
The rare exotic smells divinely;
And knightly men who stride along,
The role heroic carry finely.

But then, upon the other hand,
Our minds have got a way of running
To things that aren't quite so grand,
Which, maybe, we are best in shunning.

For some of us still like to see
The poor man in his dwelling narrow,
The hollyhock, the bumblebee,
The meadow lark, and chirping sparrow.

We like the man who soars and sings
With high and lofty inspiration;
But he who sings of common things
Shall always share our admiration.

The Dinny Math

by Nora Hopper Chesson

We are the gentle people: 
The passing dust we are, 
With gusty laughter blowing 
Near and far. 
We are the gentle people, 
Nor deal in praise or blame, 
But we stand before your sorrow, 
And we stand behind your shame. 

We are the gentle people, 
And soft our music's blown 
When kindly hearts that loved us 
Are passing from their own. 
We are the gentle people, 
And gently draw away 
The light feet to our dancing 
Night and day. 

We are the gentle people, 
And though our toll we take 
Of milk and meal and water — 
For old sake's sake 
Ye grudge us not, who grudge not 
To watch your folded kine, 
To bless the wheels and the pillows 
And the lace-threads fine. 

We are the gentle people, 
Mavrone, and we shall pass 
Even as the dew, that Morning 
Dries from the short green grass. 
Oh, the dew returns at twilight, 
But not so we — 
We shall pass like wind, so be ye kind 
To the passing Shee. 

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