dVerse — Quadrille — fret — Resonant Flutters

Resonant Flutters

Wee squirts, faces upturned,
Rapt ears and eyes agog
Elders’ rosewood box hums.
Frets vanish, fingers fly,
Fever ignites.

Grown now, on stage:
Showtime.
Switch flips, then machine-like
Precision – with a smile.

Picked notes dance and flutter,
Resonant manifestations of passion’s
Soulful butterflies.

Kim is the host of dVerse today. Kim says:

This week I’d like you to take any meaning, form or compound of the word fret, and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word.