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

0.021 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 Gnat

by William Cartwright

−0.2988 − 0.5151i

Drawing the boundary…

The Old Oak Tree

by W. H. Davies

−0.2969 − 0.5365i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Gnat

by William Cartwright

A Gnat mistaking her bright Eye,
For that which makes, and rules the Day,
Did in the Rayes disporting fly,
Wont in the Sun-Beams so to play.

Her Eye whose vigour all things draws,
Did suck this little Creature in,
As warmer Jet doth ravish straws,
And thence ev'n forc'd embraces win.

Inviting Heat stream'd in the Rayes,
But hungry fire work'd in the Eye;
Whose force this Captive Gnat obeys,
And doth through it her martyr dye.

The Wings went into Air; the Fire
Did turn the rest to Ashes there:
But ere death, struggling to retire,
She thence enforc'd an easie Teare.

Happy O Gnat though thus made nought,
We wretched Lovers suffer more,
Our Sonnets are thy Buzzings thought,
And we destroyed by what w'adore.

Perhaps would she but our deaths mourn,
We should revive to dye agen;
Thou gain'dst a Tear, but we have scorn;
She weeps for Flies, but Laughs at Men.

The Old Oak Tree

by W. H. Davies

I sit beneath your leaves, old oak,
You mighty one of all the trees;
Within whose hollow trunk a man
Could stable his big horse with ease.

I see your knuckles hard and strong,
But have no fear they'll come to blows;
Your life is long, and mine is short,
But which has known the greater woes?

Thou has not seen starved women here,
Or man gone mad because ill-fed—
Who stares at stones in city streets,
Mistaking them for hunks of bread.

Thou hast not felt the shivering backs
Of homeless children lying down
And sleeping in the cold, night air—
Like doors and walls in London town.

Knowing thou hast not known such shame,
And only storms have come thy way,
Methinks I could in comfort spend
My summer with thee, day by day.

To lie by day in thy green shade,
And in thy hollow rest at night;
And through the open doorway see
The stars turn over leaves of light.

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