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

0.037 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.

A Dream

by Stephen Phillips

−0.4911 − 0.8400i

Drawing the boundary…

The Mist

by Carl Sandburg

−0.4547 − 0.8486i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

A Dream

by Stephen Phillips

I had a dream of her last night;
It seemed I was in Hell;
A listless river past me went,
Of which old poets tell.

And as I watched the slipping stream,
A tress of woman's hair
Was drifted on the languid wave,
And it was golden fair.

The Mist

by Carl Sandburg

I am the mist, the impalpable mist, 
Back of the thing you seek 
My arms are long,
Long as the reach of time and space 

Some toil and toil, believing,
Looking now and again on my face,
Catching a vital, olden glory 

But no one passes me, 
I tangle and snare them all 
I am the cause of the Sphinx, 
The voiceless, baffled, patient Sphinx 

I was at the first of things, 
I will be at the last 
I am the primal mist 
And no man passes me,
My long impalpable arms 
Bar them all 

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