How old stories become songs

Maybe your old characters want a melody too.

There are moments from childhood that never really leave. They hide in notebooks, old photos, and the corners of our minds.
As I’ve been writing my From the Beginning series, I’ve realized that some of these memories are restless. They don’t just want to be read; they want to become a song.

Possidonia is one of those memories.
When I was a teenager, I invented her: a broom-riding witch, always one step outside the ordinary rules, born out of afternoons when the world felt too small. I wrote about her in my diaries, used her name as a password for secret feelings.

Now, years later, she’s found her way into a song:
“Spell for a Girl Who Remembers” is part lullaby, part invitation. It started as lines in a diary, then turned into verses, halfway between a nursery rhyme and a spell. Every word is chosen to be interpreted in a different way, depending on how you listen.

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Spell for a Girl Who Remembers

Say the name but not too loud
Names can float or they can drown
Say it soft, say it right
Say it once, and hold the light

Fly is just a kind of fall
If you never leave at all
Fly can mean to slip away
Or to come back home and stay

Light can burn or light can guide
It can blind or it can hide
You once said the stars don’t lie
But witches sometimes do

Home is not a door or key
It’s the one who lets you be
Say the name, and if she hears
She may land beside your fears

Say it once. Then let it go.
If it’s meant, she’ll always know.

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That’s how it happens:
A diary page becomes a lyric. An invented witch becomes a song. The stories we invent for ourselves keep changing, asking for new shapes.

If you have a character, a memory, or even a sentence you can’t forget, maybe it’s waiting to become music too.

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It’s for anyone who wants to turn old stories into songs, and maybe have some fun in the process.

What story would you turn into a song if you could?
Maybe your old characters want a melody too.

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