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.

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

0.154 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.

Afternoon on a Hill

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

−1.1961 − 0.9748i

Drawing the boundary…

Immortelle

by May (Julian) Sinclair

−1.0715 − 0.8838i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Afternoon on a Hill

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down.

Immortelle

by May (Julian) Sinclair

With uncouth grass and weeds
Is all my garden grown—
Thistles whose feathered seeds
By random winds were sown;

All bitter herbs, and dark
Nightshades of poison breath;
With nettles venomous; and stark,
Black cypresses for death.

But in a quiet spot
Groweth and blossometh well
One flower-like star that setteth not,
Which men call "Immortelle."

That garden knows no sun,
But love, life, light thou art,
Bright blossom and star in one!—
That garden is my heart.

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