Thursday morning I woke with the words in my head ‘the blackbirds are singing much louder than before, George Floyd was knelt to the floor’. Blackbirds have visited my rooftop more than usual this week. I was having a short break from music, but I went to the guitar to see if these words were a song, and it seemed to write itself. It’s still raw, but from my heart, and writing it helped me express the grief I‘ve felt since the death of George Floyd. I hope it in some way reaches you. George Floyd, say his name.