The music pounded through his veins, a heavy, throbbing beat that matched the need in him.

He waited a moment longer, while the canned music rolled over him and pounded his brain cells, but there was no further improvement.

The music from the schoolyard pounded through the walls.

The music pounded on me like waves at the beach.

The music pounded and the couple began to dance.

As the music pounded on, I pulled Emily this way and that across the baked earth.

The music was still pounding away, but half the students had retreated against one wall, where they milled together in alarm.

Inside, the music was pounding with urban energy as the professor talked his lyrics at a virtuosic pace.

The music pounded louder again as they approached the intersection.