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

0.021 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.

A White Night

by Arthur Symons

−0.4831 − 0.6067i

Drawing the boundary…

Who robbed the woods?

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4620 − 0.6060i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A White Night

by Arthur Symons

The yellow moon across the clouds
That shiver in the sky;
White, hurrying travellers, the clouds,
And, white and aching cold on high,
Stars in the sky.

Whiter, along the frozen earth,
The miracle of snow;
Close covered as for sleep, the earth
Lies, mutely slumbering below
Its shroud of snow.

Sleepless I wander in the night,
And, wandering, watch for day;
Earth sleeps, yet, high in heaven, the night
Awakens, faint and far away,
A phantom day.

Who robbed the woods?

by Emily Dickinson

Who robbed the woods—
The trusting woods?
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burrs and mosses—
His fantasy to please—
He scanned their trinkets—curious—
He grasped—he bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Fir tree—say?

I robbed the woods—
The trusting woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burrs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets—curious—
I grasped—I bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Oak tree say?

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