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

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0.101 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.

On the Hills

by Ford Madox Hueffer

−0.6470 + 1.0193i

Drawing the boundary…

Addressed to a Young Man of Fortune

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

−0.5579 + 0.9712i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

On the Hills

by Ford Madox Hueffer

Keep your brooding sorrows for dewy-misty hollows.
Here's blue sky and lark-song; drink the air. The joy that follows
Drafts of wine o' the west wind, o' the north wind, o' the summer breeze,
Never grape's hath equalled from the wine-hills by the summer seas.
Whilst the breezes live, joy shall contrive,
Still to tear asunder, and to scatter near and far
Those nets, small and thin,
That spider-sorrows spin
In the brooding hollows where no breezes are.

Addressed to a Young Man of Fortune

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Hence that fantastic wantonness of woe,
O Youth to partial Fortune vainly dear!
To plunder’d Want’s half-shelter’d hovel go,
Go, and some hunger-bitten infant hear
Moan haply in a dying mother’s ear:
Or when the cold and dismal fog damps brood
O’er the rank churchyard with sear elm leaves strew’d,
Pace round some widow’s grave, whose dearer part
Was slaughter’d, where o’er his uncoffin’d limbs
The flocking flesh-birds scream’d! Then, while thy heart
Groans, and thine eye a fiercer sorrow dims,
Know (and the truth shall kindle thy young mind)
What Nature makes thee mourn, she bids thee heal!
O abject! if, to sickly dreams resign’d,
All effortless thou leave Life’s commonweal
A prey to Tyrants, Murderers of Mankind.

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