John had always loved playing the piano. It was his passion, his escape from the world. He would sit for hours, lost in the music, his fingers dancing across the keys. But lately, he had been feeling lost. His wife had passed away a few months ago, and he was struggling to find his way without her.

One day, he decided to visit his wife’s grave. He brought his piano with him, and as he sat down to play, he felt her presence with him. He began to play a beautiful melody, and as he played, he felt his wife’s spirit surrounding him.

Suddenly, he heard a faint sound. It was his wife’s voice, singing along with him. He looked up, and there she was, standing beside him, her hand on his shoulder. They played together, their fingers moving in perfect harmony.

As they played, John felt a wave of emotion wash over him. He had been holding back his tears for so long, but now they flowed freely down his cheeks. He cried as he played, his heart overflowing with love and grief.

When they finished, John looked up at his wife, tears still streaming down his face. “I miss you so much,” he whispered.

“I know,” she said, smiling at him. “But I’m always with you, John. You just have to listen.”

And with that, she was gone. But John knew that she was right. She was always with him, in his heart and in his music. And as he played, he felt her love surrounding him, giving him the strength to carry on.