We have received several original poems which we have shared with you. A couple have been framed and now hang in our shop. We received another this past month which we would like to print here for your enjoyment. This one was written by Johnny Mack Brown from Checotah, after he visited Byron at the new shop.
The Double Stop Fiddle Shop
We made a trip to Guthrie, a beautiful, historic place.
The buildings and house all around held such a fine, elegant grace.
One fine gentleman I wanted to meet owned a great fiddle shop.
It housed a small Music Hall and it was called the Double Stop.
Byron Berline is his name, a favorite fiddler of mind.
He quiely stepped into the room and graciously shared of his time.
Quiet-mannered and easy going, he showed us around the hall.
He invited us to come back that night when I know they had a musical ball!
We talked about the old "Double Stop" that was located across the way.
How it was destroyed by fire not long ago; about the loss, he had this to say.
They lost over 400 fiddles, to think of the value, I couldn't begin.
But then he said, "the worst part is no-one will ever play them again.
I thought how simple, but so truthful, the statement of this quiet man.
To measure the loss in money or value, or even sentiment, you never can.
The priceless cost of the fiddles, and even heirlooms set aside.
The saddest part of the disaster was when the music of the fiddle died.