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

0.015 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…

A Love Dream

by James Edwin Campbell

−0.3516 − 0.0320i

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.

A Love Dream

by James Edwin Campbell

I know 'twas a dream, yet sweet was the theme,
And I strive to recall its splendor—
My soul upward leaps as Thought backward sweeps
To my dream so warm and so tender.

Where sea billows toss 'neath the bright Southern cross,
By the sea lay I idly dreaming,
While the stars burned a way from Night unto Day
And the waves like helmets were gleaming.

A maid came and stood at the neck of the wood
And her locks on the Night were streaming,
She was tall as pines that rock in the winds,
And her eyes like Orion were gleaming.

She came to me there and caught up her hair
And spread it a mantle above me—
O my soul grew sick and the hot air thick
As she whispered: "Come sweet, now love me."

I kissed the red mouth of th' passionate South,
Till my lips with kissing grew husky,
I looked in the eyes that were storm-charged skies,
'Neath the cloud of her thick locks dusky.

Then up the Day came with cohorts of flame
And the Soul of the South Wind left me,
And Joy fled away with the Rise of the Day,
For Day, of my Love had bereft me.

I know 'twas a dream, yet sweet was the theme,
And I strive to recall its splendor—
My soul upward leaps as Thought backward sweeps
To my dream so warm and so tender.

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