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



Deep Poem Analysis

In-depth structural and literary examination

The First Kiss

by Philip Bourke Marston (13 August 1850 – 13 February 1887 ~37)

The First Kiss
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She sat where he had left her all alone, 
With head bent back, and eyes through love on flame; 
And neck half flushed with most delicious shame; 
With hair disordered, and with loosened zone, — 
She sat, and to herself made tender moan, 
As yet again in thought her lover came. 
And caught her by her hands and called her name. 
And sealed her body as her soul his own. 

The June, moon-stricken twilight, warm, and fair. 
Closed round her where she sat 'neath voiceless trees. 
Full of the wonder of triumphant prayer, 
And sense of unimagined ecstasies 
Which must be hers, she knows, yet knows not why; 
But feels thereof his kiss the prophecy. 

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The First Kiss
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