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

0.078 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…

Sunny Shower

by William Soutar

−0.7259 + 0.1748i

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!

Sunny Shower

by William Soutar

The drops of liquid light which fall from air
And sparkling everywhere:
Blackbird and thrush, these listening poachers,
Now as they forage, crush
The fragile jewels glistening on the grass.
Hedges are made of glass;
And, in the hush, a wall of crystal stone;
Which shatters with no sound
When the wind, in a rush, lays a rough hand thereon
And is over at a bound.

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