Love What You Can

When the lights fade and the streets go quiet, the sax cries where words can’t. “No Light Tonight” is a smoky soul-blues confession — stripped to piano, sax, and drums, with a voice that carries both grit and tenderness. It’s haunting, heavy, and timeless, written for those late nights when love drifts away like haze in the dark.

No Light Tonight

my dear darlin

My New Album Delta Dusk & Soul will be releases on a streaming platforms November 6th. This is a sneak preview for SoundCloud only. Let me know what is your most memorable song!

Toxic Betrayal

A quiet morning, two mugs cooling on a scratched table. No words needed. Fingerpicked blues meets gospel harmony – warm, dry, and honest.

Two Cups of Blues

If Only

A streetlight sermon for sinners.
Faith doesn’t need a church — just a reason to keep going.

Southside Prayer

Rivers Pull (new version)

Old-school velvet, new-school voltage. Twelve tracks follow a charming thief through speakeasies, rooftops, and one last gamble for love. Distorted brass, walk-bass, vinyl crackle, and crowd shouts—built for late nights and louder speakers.
#ElectroSwing #EDM #Trap #CinematicPop #NoirPop #HeistStory

Cradle & Crowbar

📖 November 1 — The House of Mirage

Today, the house was alive again.
The air carried the scent of herbs and roses, as if the walls themselves were breathing.
Keta’s hands opened hidden paths, Kyrie’s touch sounded like drums made of light,
and Mira let the flowers dance in the warm water.

I sank into the bath and everything went still.
Time lost its shape.
Tears turned into small crystals,
and somewhere between breathing and silence,
I felt whole again.

When we came out, Merlin was waiting with six steaming cups of hot chocolate.
We laughed — soft, glowing laughter —
and it felt as if the universe had paused
just to watch us be sisters.

In the House of Mirage,
everything heals
that dares to be gentle.

Written and conceptualized by Amira Mirage, with creative support from AI for refinement and atmosphere.
© 2025 Amira Mirage. All Rights Reserved.

Soul Sisters - Amira

Just got a call from a number I didn't know
Young girl asking if my maiden name was Crow
Said "I've been looking, think you’re mine"
Knew she was right before she spoke `nother line
She said "This must be strange"
I said "Baby, you don't even know"
“Can we meet?” ... "Tell me when?"
One call, one moment, and I'm seventeen again
`cept this time I'm on the other side

I was seventeen and barely holding on
He promised you somewhere safe and warm
Said you'd have everything I couldn't give
Signed those papers
Thought I was doing right by you
I was just a kid with a kid
What the hell was I supposed to do?

She walked in late, wouldn't look me in the eye
Ordered coffee black then let it sit and die
I tried small talk, she cut through it like a knife
"You don't get to ask me about my life"
I saw my mother's temper in her face
Same way of holding hurt that runs through our blood
She said "They loved me fine, that's not the point—
I don’t know who the fuck I am, and that’s your fault

I was seventeen, believed what I was told
He said you'd be loved, said you'd be whole
But whole means more than just a roof overhead
Means knowing your name, your people, your thread
Thought I was doing right by you
Now you're sitting here don't know yourself
What the hell am I supposed to do?

She said "Tell me something true"
I said "I held you for an hour before they came"
She said "Did you even give me a name?"
I said "You’re my Morning Star"
"Huh…they call me Jennifer"
And we both just sat there with that

Sat there in that silence for a while
Then she asked me, quiet, "What was your mother's name?"
I told her, told her what it means
She wrote it down like something sacred
"My parents—they don't understand
Why I need this, why I came looking for you"
I said "I've thought about you every single day"
She said "That doesn't help me now, but—"
Asked if I'd meet her again

You’re seventeen, needing answers I don’t got
Can’t get back years, just pay the cost
I don't know where this goes, but I’ll be there
Damn sure sorry's not enough
Wish I could press undo
But I’m here trying, Girl
What the hell else can I do?

She looked back and smiled before she left
So maybe we can start something new
Maybe start from there
Maybe start from where we are

©2025 Joseph Moore

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