Comments about Julian Hill
Hear My Harmony
In my infancy a creation of compassion considered a lecture of love.
Its familiarity exposed experiences of asserting and accepting
affection where unconditional relations endure and mature.
Old regards will always be there while new born bonds begin a journey of care.
Through his honesty I heard his harmony.
Inside a tender roaring fire place host home to hope and health.
Keys and chords compose and orchestrate without form.
Through hazy windows colours dance a symphony, released by a rainbow
reining across an unpredictable ...