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.

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.

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.

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

0.068 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.

The Ruby

by Sir Richard Fanshawe

−0.1637 + 1.0077i

Drawing the boundary…

The neophyte, baptized in smiles

by Dylan Thomas

−0.1487 + 1.0737i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Ruby

by Sir Richard Fanshawe

Hayle! whom The Diamonds proclayme their King;
Crowning as Peeres, as Guards envyroning;
Hayle! whom the rising Sunne where thou wert borne,
Invested in the purple of the Morne,
And his owne Beames; whilst thee my verse displayes
Thou swell'st at once, and blushest at thy praise.
Like a red Sea thy trembling Mount of blood
Stands off i'th'ayre and threats a Crimson flood
Over the Golden bancks, whilst our dimm'd sight
Mistakes for flowing waves thy floating light.
Or as in Wine the subtile spirits move,
Making ev'n Temperance her selfe in love;
So rowles thy fiery and bewitching Eye,
Able to shake a vow of Poverty.
But oh, how like my Cruell faire thou art?
Thy panting stone is her obdurate heart
Pegg'd in with Diamonds: or signifies
Her Lipp, severely guarded by her Eyes.

The neophyte, baptized in smiles

by Dylan Thomas

The neophyte, baptized in smiles,
Is laughing boy beneath his oath,
Breathing no poison from the oval mouth,
Or evil from the cankered heart.
Where love is there’s a crust of joy 
To hide what drags its belly from the egg,
And, on the ground, gyrates as easily
As though the sun were spinning up through it.
Boy sucks no sweetness from the willing mouth,
Nothing but poison from the breath,
And, in the grief of certainty,
Knows his love rots.
Outdo your prude’s genetic faculty
That grew for good
Out of the bitter conscience and the nerves,
Not from the senses’ dualizing tip
Of water, flame, or air.
Wetten your tongue and lip,
Moisten your care to carelessness,
For she who sprinkled on your brow
Soft shining symbols of her peace with you,
Was old when you were young,
Old in illusions turned to acritudes,
And thoughts, be they so kind,
Touched, by a finger’s nail, to dust.

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