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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



Watcyn Wyn — a remark

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“Pure rejoicing is pure health. Let us never destroy it.”

Original: Mae gorfoledd pur yn iechyd pur! Peidiwn a'i ladd er dim! — Celebrating wholehearted joy as something healthy and worth protecting · Sermon, Sul y Blodau, 31 March 1903 (Welsh)

About Watcyn Wyn

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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“These old spoil tips are the most poetic hills in the country. The finest poets, musicians and singers of our nation have consecrated them in the depths of the earth.”

Original: Yr hen dips' yma yw y bryniau mwyaf barddonol yn y wlad! Y mae beirdd a cherddorion a chantorion goreu ein cenedl ni wedi bod yn cysegru'r rhai hyn yn nyfnderoedd y ddaear. — Finding poetry and music within the industrial landscape of the coalfields · Address, National Eisteddfod Merthyr proclamation, 1900 (Welsh)

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