Flute girl

What is the difference between a flute and myself?

..I wonder

Perhaps the bores of a flute are purposeful

Mine are not

Those are visible to the eye

Mine are not

Likewise those of a flute sing to the world

While mine cry to God

However do they feel the wind flow right through like I do?

The warm sensation of being embraced or even touched grows cold just as fast as it comes..

Sunlight passes through me no different than a window

I debate whether sunlight is still warm

The steam of a shower fills my nose but there is no scent of flowers

Like blood from a wound my strength leaves me

My eyes don’t see

My ears don’t hear

.. So how am I any different than a flute?

Than a piece of hollow wood with holes that the wind passes through..?

What are the differences , if any.