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.

The experimental music I am making now is on my Suno profile. Those pieces stay there, and are not added to this 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

0.022 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.

Her Flowing Locks

by Robert Burns

−0.4140 − 0.6934i

Drawing the boundary…

A Study of Reading Habits

by Philip Arthur Larkin

−0.4035 − 0.7125i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

Her Flowing Locks

by Robert Burns

Her flowing locks, the raven's wing,
Adown her neck and bosom hing;
How sweet unto that breast to cling,
And round that neck entwine her!

Her lips are roses wat wi' dew,
O, what a feast her bonnie mou'!
Her cheeks a mair celestial hue,
A crimson still diviner.

A Study of Reading Habits

by Philip Arthur Larkin

When getting my nose in a book 
Cured most things short of school, 
It was worth ruining my eyes 
To know I could still keep cool,
And deal out the old right hook 
To dirty dogs twice my size.

Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark.
Me and my cloak and fangs 
Had ripping times in the dark 
The women I clubbed with sex!
I broke them up like meringues.

Don't read much now: the dude 
Who lets the girl down before 
The hero arrives, the chap 
Who's yellow and keeps the store, 
Seem far too familiar. Get stewed: 
Books are a load of crap.

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