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

0.214 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.

Arrow Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−1.0093 + 0.2102i

Drawing the boundary…

The Sea and the Skylark

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

−0.7985 + 0.2444i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Arrow Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

The land is alight with the sword and the arrow, 
The light, long arrow, the fire of the bow — 
The need-fires blaze upon hill and barrow 
And fire and fuming as sisters go. 
From open sea to the fjord that's narrow, 
The longships dart through the rain of stones — 
A bowman loosens his shining arrow, 
It leaps to its mark — and a woman moans. 

As fire through the forest sweeps the Viking, 
As fire's the flight of his long, light dart: 
As molten fire is the sunlight, striking 
On the golden harness that shields his heart. 
With fire and flaming from breast to barrow, 
From dusk to darkness the Vikings go: 
As Thor's own bolt is the flying arrow, 
The light, long arrow, the fire of the bow. 

The Sea and the Skylark

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

On ear and ear two noises too old to end
   Trench—right, the tide that ramps against the shore;
   With a flood or a fall, low lull-off or all roar,
Frequenting there while moon shall wear and wend.

Left hand, off land, I hear the lark ascend,
   His rash-fresh re-winded new-skeinèd score
   In crisps of curl off wild winch whirl, and pour
And pelt music, till none's to spill nor spend.

How these two shame this shallow and frail town!
   How ring right out our sordid turbid time,
Being pure! We, life's pride and cared-for crown,

   Have lost that cheer and charm of earth's past prime:
Our make and making break, are breaking, down
    To man's last dust, drain fast towards man's first slime.

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