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

0.064 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.

Not forever shall the Lord of the red hail

by Dylan Thomas

−0.7889 + 0.1296i

Drawing the boundary…

Arms and the Boy

by Wilfred Owen

−0.8101 + 0.0693i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Not forever shall the Lord of the red hail

by Dylan Thomas

Not forever shall the Lord of the red hail
Hold in his velvet hand the can of blood;
He shall be wise and let his brimstone spill,
Free from their burning nests the arrows’ brood.
And sweet shall fall contagion from his side,
And loud his anger stamp upon the hill.

As fire falls, two hemispheres divide,
Shall drown the boys of battle in their swill,
The stock and steel that bayonet from the mud,
The fields yet undivided behind the skull.
Both mind and matter at the scalding word
Shall fall away, and leave one singing shell.

A hole in space shall keep the shape of thought,
The lines of earth, the curving of the heart,
And from this darkness spin the golden soul.
Intangible my world shall come to naught,
The solid world shall wither in the heat,
How soon, how soon, O lord of the red hail!

Arms and the Boy

by Wilfred Owen

Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;
And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh.

Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-heads
Which long to muzzle in the hearts of lads.
Or give him cartridges of fine zinc teeth,
Sharp with the sharpness of grief and death.

For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple.
There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple;
And God will grow no talons at his heels,
Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls.

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