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


John Freeman — a remark

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“I am tired and so, casting up my Sins, I remember I've not said a word (more than hasty saying) of thanks to you for your part in my Selected Poems.”

Self-reproach and courtesy from a working poet who combined insurance with letters · Letter to J. C. Squire, 1928

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John Freeman

29 January 1880–23 September 1929

In the annals of early twentieth-century English poetry, few figures embodied such a striking duality as John Frederick Freeman. Born on January 29, 1880, in Dalston, Middlesex, into a Wesleyan Methodist family, Freeman would spend his days navigating the demanding world of commercial insurance while his nights…

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“If at the end of a long life you have to make your peace with the Recording Angel (a malicious fellow, he!) and other virtues are dismissed with contempt and other charities declared folly, if then you speak of these many wise and kind indulgences, that Angel will be convinced you are the kindest of friends—and the best of critics. O rare conjunction!”

A weary, grateful tribute to an editor’s long patience with a poet’s verse · Letter to J. C. Squire, 1928

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