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

0.025 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.

Toads

by Philip Arthur Larkin

0.0096 − 0.8266i

Drawing the boundary…

O once I lov'd a bonnie lass

by Robert Burns

−0.0003 − 0.8500i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Toads

by Philip Arthur Larkin

Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork 
And drive the brute off?

Six days of the week it soils 
With its sickening poison —
Just for paying a few bills!
That's out of proportion.

Lots of folk live on their wits;
Lecturers, lispers,
Losels, loblolly-men, louts — 
They don't end as paupers,

Lots of folk live up lanes 
With fires in a bucket,
Eat windfalls and tinned sardines —
They seem to like it

Their nippers have got bare feet,
Their unspeakable wives
Are skinny as whippets — and yet 
No one actually starves.

Ah, were I courageous enough 
To shout Stuff your pension!
But I know, all too well, that's the stuff 
That dreams are made on

For something sufficiently toad-like 
Squats in me, too,
Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck,
And cold as snow,

And will never allow me to blarney 
My way to getting
The fame and the girl and the money 
All at one sitting.

I don't say, one bodies the other 
One's spiritual truth;
But I do say it's hard to lose either, 
When you have both.

O once I lov'd a bonnie lass

by Robert Burns

O once I lov'd a bonnie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that honour warms my breast,
I'll love my handsome Nell.

As bonnie lasses I hae seen,
And mony full as braw;
But for a modest gracefu' mien
The like I never saw.

A bonnie lass, I will confess,
Is pleasant to the e'e,
But without some better qualities
She's no a lass for me.

But Nelly's looks are blithe and sweet,
And what is best of a',
Her reputation is complete,
And fair without a flaw.

She dresses ay sae clean and neat,
Both decent and genteel:
And then there's something in her gait
Gars ony dress look weel.

A gaudy dress and gentle air
May slightly touch the heart;
But it's innocence and modesty
That polishes the dart.

'Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
'Tis this enchants my soul;
For absolutely in my breast
She reigns without control.

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