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

0.024 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.

Weep no more, thou sorry boy

by Thomas Tomkins

0.1700 − 0.3820i

Drawing the boundary…

The Lark

by Charles Mackay

0.1943 − 0.3819i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Weep no more, thou sorry boy

by Thomas Tomkins

Weep no more, thou sorry boy,
Love's pleased and angered with a toy
Love a thousand passions brings,
Laughs and weeps and sighs and sings.
If she smiles he dancing goes,
Not thinking on his future woes.
If she chide with angry eye,
Sits down and sighs: “Ay me, I die!”

Yet again, as soon revived,
Joys as much as late he grieved.
Change there is of joy and sadness,
Sorrow much, but more of gladness.
Then weep no more, thou sorry boy,
Turn thy tears to weeping joy.
Sigh no more "Ah me! I die!"
But dance, and sing, and ti-hy cry.

The Lark

by Charles Mackay

Whither, oh! sweet lark, whither away, 
Soaring so high in the dawning grey?
I see thee not, but I hear thy voice,
Singing aloud, "Rejoice! rejoice!"

As long as the fields and the woods are green, 
The breezes soft, and the sky serene,
Happy art thou, O bird of morn,
Greeting the beam o’er the far hills borne.

O! for a wing and a voice like thine,
To revel and sing in the morning shine!
O! for a spirit untorn by care,
A soul unbent by the world’s despair!

Floating aloft on thy russet wing,
Pleasant to thee are the days of spring;
Thou hast no sorrow to make thee moan,
For sorrow is man’s, and man’s alone!

Whither, oh sweet lark, whither away, 
Soaring so high in the dawning grey?
I see thee not, but I hear thy voice,
Singing aloud, "Rejoice! rejoice!"

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