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

0.012 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.

Cheese monger not Warmonger

by Nelson Brooks

−0.1793 + 0.0955i

Drawing the boundary…

Seal up her Eyes, O sleep

by William Cartwright

−0.1914 + 0.0961i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Cheese monger not Warmonger

by Nelson Brooks

Come hear the tale of the Saint of Streatley,
While I tell the story of Patrick Rance,
A Military man with a heart of cheese
A Major who then took a major stance
To save for a nation, a farmhouse taste
In Jessamine Cottage; the family grew
Preserving the past; no time to waste.

This monocled master of all things mould
A hero of the dairies in England,
This entrepreneur who sent out blank cheques,
While fighting each rule the MMB planned,
Standing tall for the Dorset Blue Vinney,
He wrote of the champion cheese obtained,
Back in the cheese shop in flowing Pinny,
He would sample with glee each blue-flecked vein.

He is gone now; But only in body,
His spirit lives on, more strongly each day,
Like Cornish Brie; what he started will change,
New zealous mongers will each have their say,
Celebrity foodies, all doff their cap,
To this hero they will all give a glance,
Maturing with age, his legend survives,
The implacable Major Patrick Rance.

Seal up her Eyes, O sleep

by William Cartwright

Seal up her Eyes, O sleep, but flow
Mild, as her Manners, too and fro:
Slide soft into her, that yet shee
May receive no wound from thee.
And ye, present her thoughts, O Dreams,
With hushing winds, and purling streams
Whiles hovering silence sits without,
Carefull to keep disturbance out.
Thus seize her, Sleep, thus her again resign,
So what was Heavens gift, wee'l reckon thine.

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