Finally, the music rose above the level of the tribute.
The music rose all around me like smoke, and the witches' place was no more.
What remains are white sheets of music rising from the pitch black.
You can almost hear the swell of the music rising to meet the credits.
The voices grew louder, and the music rose to compensate.
True, the music can rise to great lyric moments, but it should be through the words and not in spite of them.
The music rises in intensity and the woman is still in front of him.
The music rose as a woman guided Dumarest to a cave.
The baliset music rose around them and fell like a tidal movement.
Outside, the music rose to a crescendo and stopped.
