A quiet notice V2Melody closes at midnight on , Spanish time.

A note from Richard

V2Melody will close at midnight on 31 December 2026

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.

Until midnight on 31 December 2026, Spanish time, everything remains available exactly as it is. 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

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This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

The Base of All Metaphysics

by Walt Whitman

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Drawing the boundary…

The Faun to his Shadow

by Nora Hopper Chesson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Base of All Metaphysics

by Walt Whitman

And now gentlemen,
A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,
As base and finalè too for all metaphysics.

(So to the students the old professor,
At the close of his crowded course.)

Having studied the new and antique, the Greek and Germanic systems,
Kant having studied and stated, Fichte and Schelling and Hegel,
Stated the lore of Plato, and Socrates greater than Plato,
And greater than Socrates sought and stated, Christ divine having studied long,
I see reminiscent to-day those Greek and Germanic systems,
See the philosophies all, Christian churches and tenets see,
Yet underneath Socrates clearly see, and underneath Christ the divine I see,
The dear love of man for his comrade, the attraction of friend to friend,
Of the well-married husband and wife, of children and parents,
Of city for city and land for land.

The Faun to his Shadow

by Nora Hopper Chesson

The Faun said to his shadow, "How can I dance or play 
When never an Oread beckons me at dawning of the day? 
When never an Oread, rosy-limbed, laughs through the living grass 
Or leans adown the river-bank to make the stream her glass?" 

The Faun said to his shadow, "The days are over-long, 
The very ousel-cock begins to pipe a sadder song—
Oh, short sweet days of summer, would that I slept with you 
In your nest lined warm with faded flowers, old kisses and lost dew! 

Oh, faded flowers of fennel, that will not bloom again 
For any south wind's calling, for any magic rain — 
What gold is left in all the world, what gold for me to win? 
What shadows worth the hiding in, what sorrow worth the sin? 

And you, O dear dead Oreads, I would not have you back, 
For the world's old, and the world's cold, and love is turned to lack. 
Better for me to leave these fields forlorn, these meadows gray, 
And follow your fading footsteps upon the sunless way — 
And find — who knows what a Faun may find beyond the night and day?"

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