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

0.017 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 sun burns the morning

by Dylan Thomas

−0.3498 − 0.0472i

Drawing the boundary…

Upon a bank

by John Ward

−0.3389 − 0.0348i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The sun burns the morning

by Dylan Thomas

The sun burns the morning, a bush in the brain
Moon walks the river and raises the dead;
Here in my wilderness wanders the blood;
And the sweat on the brow makes a sign,
And the wailing heart’s nailed to the side.

Here is a universe bred in the bone,
Here is a saviour who sings like a bird,
Here the night shelters and here the stars shine,
Here a mild baby speaks his first word
In the stable under the skin.

Under the ribs sail the moon and the sun;
A cross is tatooed on the breast of the child,
And sewn on his skull a scarlet thorn;
A mother in labour pays twice her pain,
Once for the Virgin’s child, once for her own.

Upon a bank

by John Ward

Upon a bank with roses set about,
Where pretty turtles, joining bill to bill,
And gentle springs steal softly murmuring out,
Washing the foot of pleasure's sacred hill;
There little Love sore wounded lies,
His bow and arrows broken,
Bedewed with tears from Venus' eyes,
O grievous to be spoken.

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