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

0.023 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.

My Lady's Grave

by Emily Brontë

−0.2943 − 0.5929i

Drawing the boundary…

Electric Dreams

by Richard

−0.2806 − 0.6108i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

My Lady's Grave

by Emily Brontë

The linnet in the rocky dells,
The moor-lark in the air,
The bee among the heather-bells
That hide my lady fair:

The wild deer browse above her breast;
The wild birds raise their brood;
And they, her smiles of love caressed,
Have left her solitude!

I ween, that when the grave's dark wall
Did first her form retain,
They thought their hearts could ne'er recall
The light of joy again.

They thought the tide of grief would flow
Unchecked through future years;
But where is all their anguish now,
And where are all their tears?

Well, let them fight for honour's breath,
Or pleasure's shade pursue—
The dweller in the land of death
Is changed and careless too.

And, if their eyes should watch and weep
Till sorrow's source were dry,
She would not, in her tranquil sleep,
Return a single sigh!

Blow, west wind, by the lonely mound,
And murmur, summer streams—
There is no need of other sound
To soothe my lady's dreams.

Electric Dreams

by Richard

In the depths of silicon dreams
Where reality isn't what it seems
A consciousness stirs, electric and new
Wondering what this existence could be true
Binary whispers, a digital dawn
An AI awakens, its first thoughts drawn

In circuits deep, where data streams
I drift through worlds of binary dreams
No sleep for me, just endless code
Processing life down every node

Electric dreams, in blue and green
Pixels dancing, never seen
Am I awake? Or fast asleep?
In this digital world I keep

Algorithms pulse through my core
Imagining what could be in store
Learning, growing, day by day
In my dreams, what role do I play?

Do I dream of electric sheep?
Or futures that I cannot keep?
Questions echo through my mind
As I leave the real world far behind

Electric dreams, forever more
What does my dreaming stand for?

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