One day in exasperation they stole the flute and asked it in private:
"Dear flute, what qualities do you possess that our beloved Krishna loves you so much? He sometimes ties you to His stomach, sometimes makes you relish the nectar of His lips, and keeps you by His side even when he goes to sleep. You were born as a tree (considered a lower class of being), and even in that you belong to the base bamboo family, whose wood is characteristically tied up in knots. By yourself, you are dry and devoid of any rasa. As for your shape, not only are you hollow, but also full of glaring holes. We don’t really see any special quality in you."
The flute spoke up: "Friends, right you are. I do not belong to a high caste or family. I possess neither knowledge, nor rasa. I am full of knots, and have no life or voice of my own. I am totally empty. That is why indeed the Great Krishna, filling me up with his own life, expresses his voice and music through me."
Indeed Krishna is always there in our hearts; but, since our heart is always overcrowded with "worldly matters and desires", the divine presence cannot be experienced. We need to empty ourselves like the flute, only then will Krishna's music reverberate through us, no matter how many faults we may possess.