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

0.028 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 Carpenter's Son

by A.E.Housman

−0.3151 − 0.7644i

Drawing the boundary…

Hand in Hand

by Edgar A. Guest

−0.3059 − 0.7382i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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

The Carpenter's Son

by A.E.Housman

"Here the hangman stops his cart:
Now the best of friends must part.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die."

"Oh, at home had I but stayed
'Prenticed to my father's trade,
Had I stuck to plane and adze,
I had not been lost, my lads."

"Then I might have built perhaps
Gallows-trees for other chaps,
Never dangled on my own,
Had I but left ill alone."

"Now, you see, they hang me high,
And the people passing by
Stop to shake their fists and curse;
So 'tis come from ill to worse."

"Here hang I, and right and left
Two poor fellows hang for theft:
All the same's the luck we prove,
Though the midmost hangs for love."

"Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk henceforth in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
Comrades all, leave ill alone."

"Make some day a decent end,
Shrewder fellows than your friend.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die."

Hand in Hand

by Edgar A. Guest

All the way to age we'll go
Hand in hand together;
All the way to brows of snow
Through every sort of weather.
Rain or shine, blue sky or gray,
Joy and sorrow sharing
Hand in hand along the way
We'll go bravely faring.

All the way to sunset land
We'll walk down together
Side by side and hand in hand
Held by Cupid's tether.
Once we danced in early May
Steps we'll long remember;
So we'll trip the miles away
Even to December.

Let the years go fleeting by!
Gray old age shall find us
Still recalling smile and sigh
Long since left behind us.
And though feeble we may grow,
Worn by wind and weather,
All the way to Age we'll go
Hand in hand together.

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