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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.

After the death of my mother, 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.

My wife and I are simplifying our days. The server, the monitoring, and the residual obligations that come with keeping a site alive no longer fit the quieter life we want.

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.

Thank you to anyone who found a poem, a track, or a quiet moment here.

The pleasure was in the making.

Richard


Watcyn Wyn — a remark

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“These rocks are full of wealth; they only need splitting. The Black Mountain, the Great Mountain and Betws Mountain are full of treasures; they only need striking.”

Original: Mae'r creigiau yma yn llawn cyfoeth, dim ond eu hollti. Mae'r mynydd du a'r mynydd mawr, a mynydd y Betws yn llawn trysorau, dim ond eu taro! — Finding hidden possibility and abundance within the surrounding landscape · Sermon, Cyfamod Duw a Dyn (Welsh)

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Watcyn Wyn

7 March 1844–19 November 1905

In the rolling hills of Carmarthenshire, where the coal dust mingles with morning mist and the Welsh language flows like the streams that carve the valleys, a remarkable story unfolded in the latter half of the nineteenth century. It is the story of Watkin Hezekiah Williams, better known by his bardic name Watcyn Wyn…

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