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

0.005 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.

Sands

by Witter Bynner

−0.0729 − 0.6254i

Drawing the boundary…

Now I am on the earth

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

−0.0684 − 0.6248i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Sands

by Witter Bynner

I fell on a dune and slept,
Sharp grasses by my head:
While armies far-off warred and wept,
I joined the earth instead.
Until I moved my hand
And was awake again
And shook myself out of the sand
To the cold wind of men.

Now I am on the earth

by Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Now I am on the earth, 
What sweet things love me? 
Summer, that gave me birth, 
And glows on still above me; 
The bird I loved a little while; 
The rose I planted; 
The woman in whose golden smile 
Life seems enchanted.

Now I am in the grave, 
What sweet things mourn me? 
Summer, that all joys gave, 
Whence death, alas! hath torn me; 
One bird that sang to me; one rose 
Whose beauty moved me; 
One changeless woman; yea, all those 
That living loved me.

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