So this is how it is

The walls, once cold and lonely
Once again, are only walls
And the masks that hang upon them
Expressionless, now go
Without memory.
This house is a house of mortar
And bricks; not of sadness,
Though sad it may be-
It has no face, no soul but electric
To breathe life into its bones.
The shattered streetlight is no extension
Of the broken heart;
These words, letters strung,
And chords, meaningless progressions;
All the pain gone from them, and all the melody
True, I would give them all
For the saddest of your smiles.