Craft shaped like a cube of bright swirling light, hovering over downtown Amarillo at 3:00 a.m., spot lights and heavenly music . . .After retiring to bed on a late Sunday evening in a cheap downtown motel room in Amarillo, watching television until I fall asleep, I tossed and turned until somewhere between 2:30 and 3:00 a.m., when suddenly a light flickered through the curtains. I didn’t pay much attention as I thought it to be a neon sign on the Bank of America building across the street. I rolled over and attempted to sleep when the light again flickered through the curtains. I still ignored it, and again with even more intensity the light flickered through the curtains.I reluctantly got up and moved the curtains so I could see where the light was coming from. I looked up at the top of the Bank of America building of about 20 stories high and the neon sign was not flickering. I was closing the curtains when I noticed what I thought was a police helicopter surrounded by bright lights. Spot lights were coming from the base and shining in various spots in the parking lot. My first thought was that it was some kind of drug bust and the helicopter would be landing with a swat team. However, the craft did not land, but stayed hovering high in the dark night. Now it had definitely got my attention.As I focused on it, I made out the shape to be a cube, definitely three dimensional. I couldn’t make out any substance such as steel. It was a cube of light, swirling bright light on a three dimensional cube. I was still trying to rationalize what it could be. I then remembered seeing special shape hot air balloons in Albuquerque which lit up at night in similar fashion. "That’s what is must be," I told myself. Then something even stranger happened. I heard musical tones similar to wind chimes or ancient flutes that we often hear in Greek mythology type movies. But the sounds were coming from inside my head even though it felt I was hearing them with my ears.I became afraid and did not move for about 20 minutes while I continued to watch. I finally said to myself, "What ever it is knows I am here, and I cannot hide from it." I immediately dressed and walked outside. I stayed underneath the 2nd floor overhang and peered out to see above. It was even more magnificent when viewing through the night air although it was hard to focus on, somewhat blurred. At that moment I was surrounded by an orchestra of musical tones again sounding like ancient flutes or pipes. I thought to myself, how beautiful! The song was child like, something you might hear a children’s nursery. Again, I heard the music in my head and outside, but not in our natural way of hearing, hard to explain . . .To make a long story short, I packed my bags and was running to my SUV when an early morning garbage truck and driver stopped in the alley next to my car. I looked at the driver in the eyes and signaled to look up with my eyes. I turned and ran with luggage in tow, got in my car and drove two hours to my home in Lubbock. I drove to my sister’s office where my mother happened to be and told both of them what I witnessed. By the look on their faces they were fearful for me. I phoned a friend of mine who happens to be a deputy sheriff in Amarillo to ask if anyone had phoned in such a sighting in the early morning dark. He laughed hysterically and said no, but would let me know if anyone did. He did not call back. I’ve since moved to Phoenix and have told only a handful of people what I witnessed that early morning on June 20, 2005, five years ago.((NUFORC Note: Source of report elects to remain anonymous. PD))