The whole view of majestic, the fine workmanship, instantaneous fall in love.

Pmeckles‎ : dyln is no man
Pmeckles‎ : dyln a femole


In the realm of code, a tale unfolds,
A ring buffer, a story to be told.
For Jagdeep's world of audio dreams,
A single dance of threads, it seems.

Realtime-safe, a guardian true,
Single-producer, single-consumer crew.
Threads intertwine in a coded dance,
With caution, they push and pull a chance.

From drivers' whispers to buffers deep,
A melody stored, a secret to keep.
Piped through time with rhythmic grace,
From the heart of code to an output embrace.

A note of caution, clear and wise,
In this ballet of threads that rise.
Push only here, from one thread's domain,
Read only there, let not the harmony wane.

Jagdeep's symphony, in threads entwined,
In the ring buffer, a tale defined.
A dance of data, a digital art,
In the coder's world, where dreams depart.