Ekphrasis

A busker serenades an onlooker, providing the comfort of chromatic harmonies during a blue period in a woebegone world. His kettle appears empty, suggesting either the workday’s beginning or a lack of tonal center, the latter explaining his audience of one. Or perhaps the depiction of maskless singing during an age of airborne pestilence reveals that the only viral admirers are the ones who’ve lost their heads? Questions of motive and destiny are misplaced here, for an influencer with no crowd can only go fungal on TikTok.