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

0.032 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.

The Shepherd

by Joseph Campbell

−0.2347 − 0.8793i

Drawing the boundary…

The Dream Hunt

by Ford Madox Hueffer

−0.2639 − 0.8659i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Shepherd

by Joseph Campbell

Dark against the stars
He stands: the cloudy bars
Of nebulae, the constellations ring
His forehead like a king.

The ewes are in the fold:
His consciousness is old
As his, who in Chaldaea long ago
Penned his flock, and brooded so.

The Dream Hunt

by Ford Madox Hueffer

My lady rides a-hunting
Upon a dapple grey:
Six trumpeters they ride behind,
Six prickers clear the way.

And when she climbs the hillsides
The Hunt cries: "Ho! la! Lo!"
And when she trails along the dales
The merry horns do blow.

And so in summer weather,
Before the heat of day,
My darling takes all eyes and breaks
My heart and makes away.

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